Trust (Temptation #3)(81)
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Did you pack your leather pants the last time we were at your apartment?
Logan smiled at the text he’d just sent. His day had flown by, and everything was set for the weekend he had planned. All he needed to do now was pick Tate up for his doctor’s appointment.
Tate: No. There was no reason to. Why?
Logan shut his e-mails, closed out of the document he had open, and then picked his phone up to text back.
Wanted to know if we had to stop and get them on the way home from the doctor’s. And we do.
He put his phone down and checked over the papers he’d just printed before he folded them and put them in his jacket pocket. Then his phone buzzed.
Tate: Why?
So nosy. Then he chuckled as he added: Because.
Within seconds, Tate responded.
Tate: Not a good answer, counselor.
Logan stood and hit call on his phone, and when it connected, he said, “You want to know why? Because I miss seeing your tight ass wrapped in them.”
“I see. And am I taking my tight ass somewhere special?” Tate asked, his sexy laugh never failing to make Logan wish he were within touching distance.
“No. But I plan to.”
“Hmm,” Tate mused. “Where?”
“It’s a surprise,” Logan said as he grabbed his briefcase and walked to the door.
“Are we going to your cabin?”
“I just said it was a surprise. I’m not telling you,” he said as he turned the lights off. “My lips are sealed.”
“Now there’s a first,” Tate joked.
“Careful, Tate. I’m stealing you this weekend, and I plan to do all kinds of bad things to you.”
“Do you? And what if I don’t want to be careful?” Tate asked, the invitation clear in his voice.
“Guess you’ll find out after your doctor’s appointment, won’t you? But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Threats, huh,” Tate said, and the way his voice dropped made Logan’s pulse race.
He mouthed a silent goodbye to Sherry and made his way toward the exit as he said into the phone, “No, Tate. That’s a promise.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tate couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as Logan weaved them through the afternoon traffic, away from the doctor’s office. When he’d arrived to pick him up, Tate had figured he would text him to come downstairs. But Logan had come up, kissed him senseless, and told him to pack an overnight bag.
And he hasn’t told me shit since.
But if the hot-as-hell way he’d watched him move around the bedroom to pack hadn’t been incentive enough, then the way Logan kept accidentally touching him every chance he got was. It was obvious that Logan had plans—and he was more than happy to be the star in them.
Logan reached for the power button on the car radio and turned it on. Yes, good—maybe some music would help distract him from the man seated beside him, because as far as he was concerned, sitting next to Logan right now was an exercise in restraint.
The song that had been playing faded out, and the radio announcer came over the speakers talking of love and forevers as she promised that tonight, on her “Love Line,” she’d deliver “the song that will make that special someone fall in love with you” —and it made him grin.
“What song would you pick?” he asked.
Logan briefly glanced over at him. “Song?”
“Yeah,” he said, gesturing with a tilt of his head to the radio. “If you had to pick a song to make someone fall in love with you.”
Logan smirked at him. “I don’t need a song. The someone I want already fell in love with me.”
“Arrogant.” Tate laughed.
Logan winked at him and then shrugged. “Just being honest.”
He scoffed and looked out the window as Logan exited the freeway. When he saw the sign they’d just passed, his mouth fell open. “The airport?”
Logan reached across the car and ran a palm over his thigh. “Maybe.”
“What do you mean maybe?”
“You don’t have an aversion to flying, do you? I’m not particularly a fan, but this afternoon, I’m willing to make an exception. Plus, I’ve always wanted to get on a plane with you. Ever since you made me think about it at the museum that time…”
Logan was still talking, but somewhere after museum, Tate had lost what he was saying, too focused on the fact that he was being driven to the airport.
It wasn’t until Logan asked, “So, do you?” that he realized Logan had stopped talking and was waiting for him to respond.
He was trying to come up with some kind of answer, but they all got stuck when he saw a plane barrel down the runway, the nose lifting as it started its ascent.